[That sounds a bit like the old Theon--or at least enough that it makes Claire smile easier, and she takes an educated guess:] The fat brother, I assume? [She's seen the two Baratheons outside of stasis.]

Fat isn't the goal. You've always been lean. Just a little more meat on your bones, and you will feel better, I assure you. You'll feel stronger.

[And maybe she can coax him into old hobbies, but she's not crossing that bridge just yet. Archery with seven fingers was possible, surely.]

Besides, if I let you get fat, I have to find you more clothes. I think not.